Had a dream last night with Jason Vorhees in it. He had a posse of psychopathic killers with him. I threw one of them out a window, and there was another enormous guy I stabbed in the neck with a broken bottle. It didn't do anything to him though, and he hit me on the head with a bottle of what looked like Chivas Regal. It knocked me clear across the room over a conference table. It helped some woman-who had previously imprisoned Jason by stapling him to the ground-escape. Not little staples either, and when I saw him he still had all the staples in him. The big dude went after the woman after knocking me down, which allowed me to climb out the window I had thrown a guy out earlier. Somehow the building had shards of glass sticking out of it so I hung from the window ledge and swung my way over to lower window ledges until I reached the ground. Once down there I met the woman running out of the building and we made our escape together, at which point I woke up. But not before Dave Chappelle made the most random cameo as a taxi driver who tried to offer us a ride.
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Sounds like you dealt with a lot of dickery (awesome word) at the place you worked. It's usually not so bad, we just managed to get a years worth of assholes in one night. Hopefully it'll be quiet for a week or two.